Streets

My second poem, tell me where i can improve

Your streets,

Warm and kind,

Many gather from near,

Many gather from far,

Just to bathe in your luminescent glow...

My streets, 

Dark and volatile,

All who gaze into the void turned to dust

 in the crumbling,

Crumbling ruins,

As if statues before time,

I sit in wait,

Hoping to once again see...

Your magical glow

The sands of time,

Soon to forget,

Acceptance and content

Wash through my soul...

As I'm swept away...

Without a second look,

Your glow remembered,

In the hearts of the many,

You have touched,

Let time stand still,

To keep your image

As perfect as the day i gazed

At you,

For it's beauty

Brought even my decaying street...

A matchstick of hope.

My love will escape this dusty

tomb, Eternally beating,

Eternally hurting,

For my heart cries out to you,

And it will always cry out,

Only for you...

For love lost... but not forgotten

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

you utilize the aspect of city to represent individuals and open the doors on relationship very well~that the narrator views the beloved as a composite warmth and the very definition of home is apparent in the first stanza and beautifully presented~and from that point the metaphors are utilized with a subte touch that gives the poem its languid and deeply moving atmosphere~
much enjoyed~ thank you